"What are they talking about? Dad looks furious." Zayn says, squeezing my hand.
I shake my head, indicating I can't guess what. There's a bad feeling swimming at the pit of my stomach. I feel like something is about to happen. Something bad.
When Yaser walks back to us, he looks like he is ready to murder someone. Trisha immediately walks up to him, demanding to know what's the matter.
Yaser rubs his hand over his face: "They made a mistake."
"What mistake?" Mom asks in a shrill voice.
"Zayn's white blood cell pattern don't match with Harry's either."
[ A/N :
Hey, guys! Long time no see! I'm sorry for the super late update!
Anygays,
I changed my mind. Now, don't you throw shoes at me now! So, the story is back on its original plot with just a few changes....
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Fanfictionzarry // completed I was young. I was naive. I was in love. We were happy.... But happy times never last forever. I should have known that. Because he said those three words that could either destroyed us, or could make us much stronger than before...
